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LOVE? LABOR?
Truck driver Ilyas and the beautiful Asya. Like an unfinished ballad, their love story is buried in eternity. Along with who knows how many millions of other lost stories...
Such love has never been experienced on earth.
Ilyas is madly in love with Asya. But he has a weakness, the truck he drives. When he loses his truck, he leaves his son Samet and his beautiful wife Asya and disappears many times. Each time he returns, Asya embraces him with the excitement of the first day, until she realizes that he has betrayed her...
She takes her son Samet and hits the road, penniless and orphaned. He experiences great pain and deprivation and suffers great hardship. After a while, she crosses paths with the most kind-hearted person in the world. Cemşit...
Cemşit opens his home, his heart, his humanity to them and embraces them. He shares his friendship and love, rejoices and cries with them... One day İlyas finds Asya and his son Samet...
Asia will be torn between her undying love and eternal labor and trust...
Should he choose love?
Labor? Trust? What was love? Was it labor? Was it trust? Friendship? Was it kindness? Samet, who runs to Cemşit and hugs him "Dad!", will make the choice...
The last minute lines of the immortal classic of the silver screen, "Selvi Boylum, Al Yazmalım", adapted from the novel "Red Scarf" by Russian writer Aytmatov, left me in tears endlessly, like almost everyone who watched it...
- If I stop, I can't get away again.
- Is it a sin if my heart slips?
- If I get stuck in the mud, will you come to help?
- If I take your hand, will you come with me?
- I'm yours, take me away!
Life and soul made of contrasts. Human beings and the world with emotions that swing at extremes. This is how it came and this is how it will end...
A cycle between the emotions we are captive to and the realities that hit us in the face. A labyrinth of life caught between searches, misdirections, deviations, tides. Humanity spending its life back and forth between dead ends...
Although love stories in the midst of the effort to transform our own foggy lives may sometimes seem like futile efforts with lost dreams and emotions, I think love is a reality and only happens once or a few times a century. So it's not what we think, what we get caught up in, what we believe in...
If we poured our locked hearts into the treasures of our eternal unity with our souls thirsting for that uniqueness, holiness and devotion we are waiting for; we would stop looking for apples in the desert and pink flowers in the snow and find peace. We would find healing in each other with the stirring of the wind that blows to each of us instead of love, playing coyly with our own light. In our heavenly bed that holds each of us together, we would not care about the silence of distant noises and we would melt in the sense of security of love...
Wouldn't it be great if, instead of wandering the unknown land of love one by one and getting lost, we could unite our strength in the oneness of unity and form a choir of eagles?
Of course, each of us has had a red scarf, a cypress, the throbbing of our hearts may have made the heavens thunder, it may have raged, it may have been Niagara. Does anyone find peace at the end?
Isn't the story over when Farhad cracks the mountains?
Didn't Majnun love the distant Leyla? He didn't even recognize her when he met her!
Majnun, who was searching for his Layla like storms crossing forests and mountains and deserts, was expanding in the sublime design like all created souls, reaching far away, disappearing in the love of that supreme and unique being...
The soul's taking on the mold of the mistaken heart is nothing more than a temporary desire for pain. Who knows if man loves the pain of love? Perhaps he does not love the thought itself that relieves pain. Perhaps the truth would whisper in our ears when we see the speed of the waves that make even the noblest being a laughingstock and drive it mad, and we step out of it and stand aside...
I am not saying that it is easy to live happily and peacefully with an emotionless heart. I'm just saying that love for the individual or the whole is preferable to love, which is a human illusion, virtual and a game of nature for procreation...
I say love...is the moss on the rocks, the mist on a bunch of grapes, the color of a frog's eyes, the line on a turtle's shell, the grace on a butterfly's wing...
I say love...is the smile of an old man, the color of autumn, the scent of spring, the coolness of a snowflake, the sand of the sea...
Love... the silence of beauty! I say it is the divine silence, the silence of a rested, devoted oneness, free from the doubts of the soul...
How is it possible to describe it? When the skies of competence open up, I say love is the ecstatic peace within...
Don't look for love far away, in other people, in other places! It is a gift from Him, the Almighty Creator! Creation itself! The sole reason for the eternal journey that must return to Him pure from us....
Happy Valentine's Day! Stay in love!!!
Mukaddes Pekin Başdil
Researcher-Author